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worst behavior || nursey + jack


He doesn’t answer him, typing away at his keyboard in a way that’s visibly agitated, or at least irritable. What are normally soft, smooth clicks against the mac’s surface are now harsh, broken-sounding; each near-slam of his slim fingers makes a sharp clack in the quiet of the haus’ living room.

“Nursey,” Jack says again.

The continued silence makes it clear that he’s being ignored. Inwardly, he sighs.

“Twenty-eight, your captain is talking to you. Answer, now.”

At this, the typing stops. Nurse looks up at him, slowly, and his face is so uncomfortably nondescript and blank that Jack cringes a little inside of himself.

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My Funny Valentine

Prompt: You meet Bucky after a terrible night and he decides to be your Valentine.

A/N: a rewrite of something i did a while ago. 

Warnings: Some fluff and some smut (not a lot tho). Also swearing, but that’s kinda a given with my writing. 

Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae

“No, no no.” You muttered under your breath, moving as quickly down the stairs in your heels as you could, “Hey!” The door burst open and you rushed towards the street.

The taxi in front of you sped off, the couple in the back giving you apologetic shrugs as they were the ones to get there first. 

“Fuck!” You yelled, the coldness of New York City nipping softly at your nose. Your voice echoed off the buildings around you, people passing by you while you had a mental breakdown. 

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anonymous asked:

Tbh kinda want there to be some langst in the form of Matt suddenly showing up and seeming like a the team wanting him to pilot blue lion

Lance didn’t mean to spy on them, okay, nor did he mean overhearing what they were saying. It’s just, he was going for some leftover goo after a well needed shower, and as he was rounding the corner, Shiro’s voice, laced with amusement, reached him and made him stop in his tracks.

“We’re gonna train you like a true paladin of Voltron,” he was chuckling, followed by a oh so familiar ‘oof’, meaning he had just patted the shit out of someone’s shoulder. The someone replied back, a little wheezy “Sure, because that’s exactly what I need” and- of course it was Matt.

Matt Holt, Shiro’s long time friend and companion, Pidge’s brother, miraculously back safe from the failure of the Kerberos mission. Everyone was overjoyed with having him on the ship, rightfully so, and he was a cool guy, with an acquired knowledge of Galra machinery that even the Alteans lacked. Had a smile for everyone, a biting humor that made even Keith laugh, and was also great with technical stuff. Basically, the perfect paladin.

And Lance was happy to have him back, of course, because he had never seen Pidge look so joyful, and Shiro looked less like he was contemplating leaving again to fistfight enemies in the astral plane. It was awesome, even.

But- lately his chest had inexplicably started to feel hollow. He was so happy, except for the constant pressure in the back of his eyes, and an annoying knot in his stomach. And sure, he could feel his control slipping with Blue, like their bond was just an echo of what it had been, like the connection was disturbed by a shitty cable plan, but it was going great. Zarkon was no more, Shiro was back with Matt, and the Galra army was still reorganizing itself, scattered and weak. They would be able to get it over with, finally, and go back home, leave all this shitshow behind and save the universe, whatever.

It only made sense to use every resource they had. And while Lance thought he had hidden his shortcomings well, what if he hadn’t? It didn’t matter. Of course they wanted Matt to pilot Blue in his place, because he was a shitty paladin anyway and wouldn’t it be better for everyone? He just wanted to go home, and him backing down was the faster solution.

So why couldn’t he bring himself to say it? To say, hey, Matt, I’m leaving Blue to you, treat her well, she’s a mighty lady. And why couldn’t his heart stop rabbiting in his chest, growing fangs to bite into his lungs and steal his breath? Why the fuck did he feel so empty?

He was surprised too, when a thud ringed clearly in the silence, and it was him hitting the floor, his legs suddenly giving out.

Confused, he watched two figures approach and- Shiro and Matt were looking at him weirdly, as he scrambled upright again, using the wall as a prop.

“Lance,” Shiro called, and he was frowning “Everything okay? We heard a noise.”

Lance laughed, although humorlessly. “Just tripped!” he lied, and now Matt was smiling, and he couldn’t bear it any longer, could he?

“No case of human slipperies, I hope,” Matt joked, and Shiro gave him a tight lipped, amused stare.

Lance winced. “Naah, I just took my shower a little too hot, I guess.”

Shiro looked relieved at that, but still suspicious, his eyes narrowed. “Good job out there, by the way,” he praised, slowly, clearly trying to make him feel better, and it hurt. Why did it hurt so much?

“A-Ah, of course! You, too,” he tried to hide the grimace behind a bright grin and a wink. An uncomfortable silence fell upon them. Huh. “Well!” he trilled “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my beauty sleep is calling me!” They laughed.

“Sure it is! Get some rest, Lance,” Shiro said, raising his hand to give him what would probably have been a reassuring pat, but Lance practically sprinted away, missing the troubled look Shiro and Matt shared.

Only when the door of his room was firmly closed behind his shoulders he let his legs fail him again, sliding down into a crouched position.

“Fuck,” he managed, low and broken, staring at his feet, as hot tears started streaming down his cheeks, “Fuck.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can we get the RFA trying to comfort an MC who feels inadequate joining the RFA because everyone's so accomplished in there (either rich, a genius, or talented tbh) and she was just kind of thrown in because of Unknown? I'm sorry if that's oddly specific, but I just had that thought earlier and I love your scenarios/imagines. Thanks~!!!

i’m such a huge piece of shit for taking this long. i have over 60 requests. i suck ass. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry but like i have other stuff i need to do and inspiration just doesn’t come and it would turn out really shitty otherwise. oH, and thank you so much! and also, it was kind of easy to write this since i can kind of relate. i’ve been feeling like that lately.

Two days ago, the entire RFA attended an interview since the association started getting more and more attention with each passing day. Your actions not going unnoticed by the world, so it was only natural for the world to want to know more about all of you.

You were ecstatic about the interview.

They started with Jumin, CEO of C&R International, who was followed by Zen, renowned and incredibly talented actor, then Jaehee, (was/is) head assistant at C&R International and an incredibly hard working woman. After her, they started interviewing Yoosung, who was now an incredible student at one of the most prestigious universities in Korea and who had an extremely bright future. 

Seven decided not to take part in the interview for security reasons, but he was a genius and the brains behind the app and security of the organization. But everyone knew he was essential to the RFA. 

Finally, it was your turn to be interviewed. You had the possible answers for the interview well-rehearsed thanks to Zen. Everyone had done an amazing job which only made you strive for perfection.

How did you join the RFA?”

“What do you do for the organization?”

“Is it true that you took the last Coordinator’s place?”

“Do you think you’re living up to the last Coordinator’s prestigious reputation?”

You noticed that the questions started getting harsher and harsher, and it wasn’t until some technical difficulties with the lights and sound, that the interview came to an end.

You were sure Seven had something to do with it. 

Your friends and lover weren’t dumb, they noticed the anxiety that soon started suffocating you thanks to your body language. Zen was the first one to notice, so when the interviewer asked if they could continue the interview elsewhere, he intervened and told her in his ever-charming way that they were unable to stay any longer. 

It didn’t surprise you when the interviewer and the producers decided to call it a day.

You were finally home. Everyone was gone because they all had work to do and you conveniently had a day off.

Sitting on the couch, you started going over the interview and it suddenly hit you.

You weren’t worthy of being in the RFA.

There was a sudden tightness around your throat as the fact that the only reason you joined was because you had to. That the only reason you were part of this amazing organization was because you had been dumb enough to listen to a stranger and go deliver a phone that wasn’t even yours. The only thing you did was put yourself and the entire organization at risk.

You were not special.

You were nothing.

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sweeter than sugar (m)

Originally posted by life-ruiners

Words: 19,371.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader.

Genre: Sugar daddy au + fluff, smut.

Summary: Jungkook comes to you with a proposition to give you money in return for your company and all you know is that being spoiled has never felt so sweet before.

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Meant to Be - Part Four: Oh No

All Parts

Pairing: jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy@falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues@phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda @kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open for their AMAZING art holy guacamole

PS this behaviour is HIGHLY encouraged. I. WANT. ART.

(PPS no pressure tho ily no matter what)

A/N: yIKES… i love you…. have fun <3

Alex’s eyes flashed open, his tiredness forgotten. Had he heard correctly? Had he imagined it? He glanced up to peek at John’s face. He had a small, sad smile on his face and his eyes were closed. Peaceful.

Alex silently wondered what he should do, his mind racing a mile a minute. He really didn’t need any more drama today, but he also didn’t need festering tension in his friend group… He closed his eyes again, already regretting what he was about to say next.

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Okay so @chirpingisflirting said she’s been having a real poopy bday, so I thought I’d take a crack at a nurseydex hc (which became this lame ficlet chimera) for her! Here goes nothing! Literally!

I’d imagine that, early in Nursey and Dex’s relationship (say, four months in?), school starts hittin’ Dex hard; boy’s got assignments up the wazoo, some emergency fees come up and he takes a small job a few days a week at the school bookstore/convenience store, his life’s just a mess. Nursey’s trying to keep his cool and be understanding, but it’s driving him nuts. He hasn’t seen Dex outside of practice in like, a month and a half, and he keeps trying to text him and make the best out of a crappy situation, but Dex tends to fall asleep or get bogged down by a new assignment and just forgets to text back and or it’s been almost a day and it’d feel really awkward to answer now and… yeah. It’s really fucking with Nursey.

He’s been taking it slow with Dex (whom I headcanon as only recently really coming into his sexuality?) since the start, but it feels like he’s the only one who gives a crap sometimes. Nursey reminds himself that’s obviously not true, though, and that Dex is just obscenely busy and just… lays on the supportive texts, or brings extra snacks for Dex after practice/before class. Still, this can only go on for so long.

And it’s driving Dex crazy too, because he’s reading all the texts, and he can see how upset Nursey is every time he splits up with the rest of the team after breakfast to head off to class, and it weighs on his mind when he’s knee-deep in some cs problem. It’s his first real relationship (with a dude?), and he’s crazy for Nursey, but he feels like he’s only giving 30% when Nursey’s constantly giving 100% (which ISN’T TRUE; boy’s running himself ragged, here!).

So he works double time for like a week to give him enough slack to slack off for an evening. It’s Tuesday, and he texts Nursey around lunch to get dressed in something comfy and wait outside the Haus for him after dinner. Nursey’s totally confused and is so… idk? Anxious? What could Dex want to talk about? Can Nursey even take this anymore? Is this fair to him? He almost doesn’t reply or want to show up, but he’s a sucker for Dex, so he puts on a cute li'l sweater over a collared shirt and waits out front.

Dex pulls up ten minutes late (definitely unlike him), and Nursey and him drive off silently.

They pull up to this hill hidden between these real posh houses that overlook Samwell and the surrounding town, minutes pass, and Dex pulls a scrap of paper and a single, haggard looking rose from behind his seat, but he still won’t talk. He just stares down at the things in his hands, and Nursey’s somewhere between concerned and pissed.

“I stopped by the flower shop before they closed and picked this up for you,” Dex starts, hands on the rose he’s now jerking in Nursey’s direction, “but I realized I don’t even know if you like roses, and this is completely fucking cliché, and it got all fucked up because I kept fiddling with it, and- Jesus, Nurse. I’m sorry.”

Nursey just looks up and locks eyes with Dex for the first time all night. Concern is winning out over anger now. He takes the rose, and his eyebrows wrinkle in an almost sad way.

“Shit, Nur- Derek! Derek. Are you okay? I’m so, so–”

“I love it.” Nursey places his hand over Dex’s. Dex just blushes and goes silent again, his eyes returning to the scrap that’s getting closer to becoming, well, scraps.

“I know I’ve been really shitty about, well, us, recently.” Dex is breathing deeper now. “But I know how hard this is for you, and I think about you all the time, and I thought I could balance everything, but I-” Dex shrugs. “I guess I can’t,” he chuckles.

“And I guess I know how much you like poetry and stuff, and- just- I brought you here to tell you…” He stretches out the paper in his now shaking hands, and sucks in a sharp breath. Th- this. Just read this.“ He passes the scrap over to Nursey:

‘You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.’

"Yo, you know plagiarism is probably the least effective way to my heart, right?” Nursey chirps.

“I know that, idiot,” Dex starts. “I- I’m not saying I wrote it. I just-”

“I know, man.” Nursey’s hand tightens around Dex’s.

And then Nursey’s kissing him, and Dex could almost cry for all that he feels he doesn’t deserve it after this past month. They break apart soon, though, and Dex takes the moment to hold Nursey out at arm’s length.

“I'msosorryDerekyoudeservebetterthanthisI'lltryharderforyou,” Dex breathes out.

“Hey, chill. I’m not blind, you know? You’re doin’ everything you can, Will. Just… just let me help you too, y'know? If you’re too busy to leave your damn room, let me come to you. It’ll kill me, but I can catch up on my readings and… not distract you.” He waits a beat for Dex to answer, and when he doesn’t, he continues, “Or I can meet you in between classes and walk you to your next one, or we can call each other… I just miss you.”

Dex’s eyes start darting here and there, like he’s looking for something in Nursey’s, and he finally answers: “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s sniffling now. “Let me do better.”

And with that, Dex leans in to kiss the smile sprouting on Nursey’s lips.

(And then vehicular cuddles. A lot of them. To the point where Nursey has to drive them back because Dex is half-asleep.)

End || Bucky x Reader

Summary → After discovering Bucky’s affair with none other than The Black Widow, you feel the need to confront the situation and walk away. 

Word Count → 1.3K

Warnings → Cursing, implied sex/smut, mostly just really angsty!

A/N → Based on this request: “Do you think you could write a Bucky x Reader where he leaves her for Natasha or another woman, and with “ When you realise that you made a mistake, don’t come looking for me ” please ? Angst and maybe fluff if possible ? I love your writing !” Been doing a lot of angst lately, which I surprisingly enjoy? Let me know what y’all think!

“You know, I would have come straight to Bucharest, if you had bothered to pick up any of my calls. Or answered any of my text messages.”

The trademark jet-black knapsack that had somehow become permanently entangled with Bucky slipped through his metal digits, landing with light thud against the hardwood floor. Even from beneath his navy ball cap, Bucky’s gaze was sharp, inspecting you with an expression that bred uncertainty and worry in the pit of your stomach. You remained misty-eyed as you watched the enormous man approach you with caution, somehow entirely different than the man you remembered; the man you had once fallen hopelessly in love with.

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What Just Happened (Part II)

Summary: The aftermath of your and Jughead’s night together.

Word Count: 851

Warnings: mentions of sex, (kinda) mentions of drinking, I think that’s it?

A/N: It’s finally here! Sorry for the wait, I’ve got a lot going on :( I’m not gonna lie, this could definitely be better and I’m not super happy with it, but I really just don’t know how to fix it. I tried to make it more realistic but I sorta ruined it in the process. The dialogue is aLL over the place. I promise my writing won’t always be like this. I hope you guys like it anyway. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Part One

Originally posted by diltons


“Crap.” He mumbled as he checked the time on his phone. “I’ve got to go, I promised Archie I’d meet with him in twenty minutes.” He sighed. “Meet me at Pop’s at four o’clock and we’ll talk then. Don’t be late.” He started for the door.

“Wait, your sweater. Just give me a second to change.”

“Keep it.”

You paused, confused as he looked at you with an almost playful expression. “What?”

“It looks better on you anyway.” And with that he was out the door.

Damn it. I like him.

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Apodyopsis - Jimin

Request: “can i have a jimin drabble? 76,157,160 thank you!”

76. “Shh shh, if you moan like that we’ll get caught.”
157. “Wait, what did you just say?”
160. “You want me to do what?”

Warning: fingering, oral, language

Word Count: 1203

Genre: Smut

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“Shit,” You cursed as you put down your handful of cards on the comforter beneath you, while your friend, Jimin, grinned widely, taking pride in his quick victory. You always won when you two played cards, but he somehow managed to beat you this time, and you were more scared than upset about what was to come next now that you had lost. “Jimin, do I really have to?”

“I was clear, wasn’t I? If you lost, you’d have to do me a favor,” Jimin said almost innocently. You groaned and leant back on the wooden headboard of Jimin’s bed, closing your eyes in irritation of the mockery in his words.

“Fine, what do you want?” You sprawled your limbs out towards the edges of the bed, but Jimin pulled you back and tugged on your arms, making you sit up, your faces only mere inches away from each other. You could feel the heat flushing to your cheeks, but you’ve learned to contain your emotions over the years you’ve known Jimin.

“Let me take some pictures of you,” He smiled as he backed away from you and grabbed his phone.

“Ugh, you scared me. I thought you were going to ask me to get naked or something,” You laughed nervously before Jimin proceeded to direct your figure around, taking numerous shots of you by the minute. You couldn’t ignore the wetness beginning to grow down in your core as Jimin moved you around, his touch completely intoxicating you. He stepped back and took one last photo of you against the wall before looking up from his phone, flashing a smirk at your tensed body.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Wait, what did you just say?” You asked, wondering if you had heard him correctly.

“I said take off your clothes.” He said with a phlegmatic expression upon his face as he approached you.

“J-Jimin-” You immediately closed your mouth when Jimin placed his lips on your throat, lightly tracing kisses up to your jawline.

“Your skin is so soft,” He whispered, dragging his tongue across your collarbones. He nipped at your sensitive skin, which caused a soft whimper to escape your mouth. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and strip for me?” You hesitantly nodded and bit down on your lip in regret of your choice.

“Can I change in the bathroom?” You asked. He laughed at your shy response, but nodded and shifted his gaze towards his bathroom, which was conveniently connected to his bedroom. You were about to open the bathroom door when you felt Jimin step behind you and walk his fingers up the back of your thigh, smirking as you shivered under his touch.

“Just keep the stockings on,” He said as he lightly tapped your ass before you rushed into the bathroom, wondering if this was a dream or reality.
You slowly shed of your clothes, wondering if this was the perfect time to run away to a different city and change your name, or to go along with whatever Jimin was planning for you.

Your curiosity was killing you, and your deep attraction to your friend hadn’t helped this situation either. What was waiting for you outside that door? You weren’t sure if you wanted to even know. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jimin harshly knocking on the door.

“Yah! If you don’t come out in three seconds, I’m breaking down the door!” He shouted.

You felt a rush of panic overtake your body, so you quickly unclipped your bra and pulled down your panties, then slowly opened the bathroom door, leaving merely an inch of space for you to look out.

“I’m waiting,” You heard Jimin say softly. You sighed and opened the door with your foot while covering your body with your hands. “Don’t be shy, jagi.” You turned your head to the bed, where Jimin was impatiently waiting with his high definition camera, the one you knew he only used for serious photographs. You hesitantly drew your hands away from your body, making Jimin flash a warm yet inviting smile.

“You’re using that?” You pointed at the camera and noticed how your hand was already shaking.

“I want these to be better quality.” He winked at you before pulling you to the bed and pushing you down on your back. He stepped back to the wall and held the camera to his eyes.

You sat there awkwardly as Jimin began his promiscuous photoshoot, and tensed up at his every touch. You could tell he was teasing you as he slowly slid his hand down the inside of your thighs, contributing to the wetness in your core, which you desperately tried to hold back. He gripped your knees and pushed them down onto the mattress beneath you, exposing your heat.

“Put your finger in your pussy,” He said suddenly, stepping back to the wall.

“Y-You want me to do what?” You stuttered as you felt the stricken feeling in your stomach intensify.

“Do I have to do it for you, jagiya?” You definitely didn’t want him to do it for you, so you hesitantly moved your hand down to the wetness between your thighs, slowly inserting a finger as you moaned from the relief. “Good girl~” The syllables rolling off his tongue only made you yearn him more, but you knew you had to be patient.

He took a few more photos, every soft ‘click’ coming from his camera patronizing your frustration, then sighed as he rested the camera on the bedside table.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” He whispered as he sat at the edge of the bed and pulled your thighs over his shoulders, bringing his face to your heat.

“P-Please oppa,” You begged, and fortunately, as soon as those words left your mouth, he brought his tongue into contact with your soaked folds. You gasped and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him closer to your core. You could feel him smirk against you, but you didn’t care how needy you looked.

The feeling of his tongue teasing your sensitive clit made you slowly unravel with bliss, shameless and animalistic moans erupting from your throat and reverberating around the room.

“Shh shh, if you moan like that we’ll get caught. My sister is still home,” He said.

“I don’t care,” You moaned, which Jimin took as a cue to roughly push two fingers into you, curling them as soon as they entered. The combination of his tongue and his fingers sent you over the edge, and you couldn’t help but slightly buck your hips up, giving him access to your weakest spot, where you screamed from pleasure and finally found your release. Jimin didn’t seem to mind, and eagerly licked up your juices.

“So, how about round two?” He asked before bringing his soft lips to yours and making the world around you go completely numb with passion.

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Thank you so much for requesting, love. I’m sorry if this was a bit short.

Save Me [Part 1]

Originally posted by jengkook

hi! can i please request a kind of angsty vampire!au scenario with jungkook where he’s a vampire who has an interest in you and you have feelings for him, but he sleeps around with other human girls as well and when you start to get tired of it you cut off communication with him and avoid him so he tries to get you back through sweet gestures and staying with you instead of going around? sorry this is like one run on sentence omg. thank you, and i love your writing~ 

Warnings: Graphic violence, blood mention, death mention

You flitted through the stack of papers on your desk, fingers carding through them in a panic as the ringing of your phone blared through the silence of the office.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You muttered in a frustrated mantra, needing to find that contract before your boss lifted her lazy ass out of her cushioned chair and came to rip your head off.

”What’s going on, beautiful?” A familiar voice spoke directly into your ear and you jumped with a high squeal, your hands slipping over the file you’d been flipping through. You hissed as you felt the edge of the thick paper slice the tip of your index finger, your face puckering in pain as you sucked it into your mouth, the metallic taste of blood hitting your tongue.

“I don’t have time to talk right now, Jungkook.” You mumbled around the digit, soothing the throbbing cut by suckling fervently.

Normally, you’d rather punch yourself in the head than pass up an opportunity to chat up your boss’ newly hired head assistant, but now was not the time. You had about five minutes before you risked losing your job. Jungkook cleared his throat, straightening up into a standing position and taking a couple of steps back from you.

“What, uh–What are you looking for?” He asked in a voice that seemed an octave or two deeper than his normal tone.

“Sunyoung needs the contract from the Hyatae deal.” You spoke in a rush, yanking your finger out of your mouth with a wet ‘pop’ once the frustration of sorting through papers with only one hand got the best of you.

“Mm,” He hummed and through your peripheral vision you could see him shift. “This one?”

Jungkook held the paper out in front of you, blocking your vision with bold black print. Your eyes moved over the underlined words on the very top of the page, and when you realized it was in fact the paper you were looking for, you snatched it out of his hand and bounced excitedly from foot to foot.

“Thank you!” You squealed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh my God, I could kiss you right now, Jungkook. You’re amazing!”

He laughed at your excitement, tucking his hands into the pockets of his slacks and lifting his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “It’s nothing. I wouldn’t object to a kiss, though.”

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I’m sorry for my late replies as always. Thank you for being patient and bearing with me.


Hi anon! Again, I hate saying the same thing over and over again but I still have to do it. I’m sorry anon, I really have memory of a goldfish. Like whenever I see things I remember like the overall idea of it in my head, but the details are always nowhere to be found. So I’m really sorry that I’m not that capable… However, I did try to find it in my shitty mind and only remembered one scene.

At ~1:15 when Jungkook’s hand was about to go over or touch Jimin’s hand the scene got cut.

2 other cuts found by other shippers that are:

At 5:03 when Jungkook looked back at Jimin lying on the ground the scene got cut (people suspected Jimin’s hand was on Jungkook’s butt but I have no comment on this, I don’t have eagle eyes so…)

I also heard that there was cut in I Need U or Run M/V Making but I really have no idea about it…

But I guess I should’ve worded myself better. Besides from scenes being cut, we also notice these days they’re kinda separated (in fansigns they rarely sat next to each other anymore, they don’t do things together without a 3rd person or sth of that sort), but again I’m not really into this matter, it just passed my mind and then went away.

Also in this video at ~4:05-4:09 it seems like Jimin was holding Jungkook’s hand but somehow it’s not vivid in the frame…

Yeah, again, I’m sorry, that’s the best I can do in relation to this matter… Perhaps you can try asking other shippers, maybe they know much better. I’m so sorry, anon TT_TT. And welcome to our fandom, I hope you have a nice time here and stay here for a long long time with us 🐥🐰🍀


Hello there~~~, thank you for reminding me of this. Like at some point I wanna talk about it  but thanks to my absentmindedness, I never got to. Ha, I’m such a goldfish 🐠🐠 (I can’t find goldfish icon anywhere TT_TT).

Okay back to our main topic, I don’t have much thoughts tbh, but one very important thing which affects me the most is that Jungkook didn’t deny it. Sure he said Jimin said weird things etc., but he didn’t say it wasn’t true. The Jungkook now would probably say things like “Aniya~ (No)” with a smile/smirk on his face which no one believes tbh (When Jungkook says sth confidently he’s lying by Jimin), but Jungkook back then was shy. I’m not an expert in reading facial expressions and gestures, so I can’t confirm this, but I’ve seen people saying Jungkook touches/scratches his nose when he’s nervous, which he did after Jimin was about to be done speaking. If you think in that direction then he was probably uneasy hearing Jimin exposing him. And our Jimin has always been a tease, he’s been exposing his baby since then. You’re probably right, Jimin sure enjoys it whenever Jungkook shows his affection towards Jimin (even tho he tries not to be so obvious about it sometimes).

Also, thank youuuu, you make a point there! I mean, like someone asked me about Jungkook cuddling with Taehyung while sleeping in Bon Voyage, and in that car I think we saw Hobi cuddled with Jungkook to sleep too? So there’s really nothing weird with them hugging each other to sleep and stuff, why did Jungkook say that Jimin said weird things? Unless it was weird because the other was Jimin… And he kinda splutter (?) there when he said Jimin was weird too. And that awkward Ha ha ha clearly didn’t help either. However, I don’t wanna look into too much detail because it could be that the truth ain’t that deep, perhaps he hadn’t been exposed hugging his hyungs to sleep before, so he was embarrassed when Jimin said it out loud in front of Armys. Overanalyzation can also be a problem…

But how Jungkook reacted was kinda weird, for real.

Ah, that reminds me of this moment I mentioned before, when the radio host asked about Jimin’s love for Jungkook and Taehyung said he thought Jimin liked guys/men, and Jimin didn’t deny this either. This was around INU era too…

I’m good, I’m fine…

In short, I guess we can conclude it as, Jimin said Jungkook hugged him to sleep, and Jungkook didn’t deny it => Jungkook did hug Jimin to sleep back then (~2 years ago). Who knows what they do now, who knows… 😶😶🙈🙈

What we know is that Jungkook is not a shy baby around Jimin anymore with those constant butt slap butt grab chest touch etc. etc.

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Thank you so much for sending me this interesting ask, anon. Please feel free to come back and discuss about Jikook/Kookmin with me. I hope you’re somehow satisfied with this answer. Love ♥


anonymous asked:

sometimes i think about what could have made me like sc*tt. like. s1&s2 sc*tt definitely had his faults- esp. wrt his treatment of derek- but i think he definitely could have developed as a person from there and had a rly interesting character arc? like real personal growth and shit. it gets harder after master plan. is there a way that episode could have gone down the way it did and still made him a likable character after that? is there any apology he could give that would suffice?

cont. - like im not sure of the answer, but id love to see someone manage it. i don’t know if ive ever come across a fic that manages to redeem him from that moment while still acknowledging it. most fics either dont forgive him for it or they just sort of ignore it. for me tho, i think the real breaking point for sc*tt is the true alpha storyline. after that i don’t think there was anything they could have done for him to make him an interesting or likeable character. that storyline ruined it.

I think one of the biggest places where people take issue with Scott –– and this doesn’t mean they hate him or he’s a horrible human being (although some people feel that way too, and are entitled to it), but where many people see Scott falling short as a character is in that the show seems to have decided that “main character” or “hero” should mean perfect, and that’s just… that’s not good for character development, for plot building, or honestly, for a character’s likability.

Characters need to grow to be engaging. And people grow by making mistakes, learning from them, and moving forward. Scott’s mistakes, his flaws as a human being (and yes, he has flaws, everyone does, that’s not character assassination, that’s just fact) are really never addressed. He isn’t made to apologize for the things he does wrong (and why should he, honestly, since no one around him recognizes his problematic behaviors and calls him out on them) or face any apparent payment for them. This compared to the rest of the characters in the series, who are called out on their mistakes –– either by other characters or by consequences in canon. I always use Derek as a comparison, because there are a lot of straightforward parallels, such as the key moments with Isaac. Derek throws a glass at Isaac to get him to leave the loft. We know that’s an absolutely shitty thing to do, it reads immediately on both Isaac and Derek’s faces, and as consequence Derek loses Isaac as a pack member. That’s some hardcore, immediate reaction showing people in the scene and in the audience that This Was Not An Ok Thing To Do. The fact that Derek knew it wasn’t ok as he was doing it, and that he did it on purpose to get Isaac to leave for his own safety, does not make the behavior alright, and Derek acknowledges and pays for that behavior in the permanent loss of Isaac as a housemate and pack member.

When Scott, a short time later, throws Isaac into a wall in a moment of jealousy, it should, on the surface, seem to strike a fairly close parallel. We have Isaac’s Alpha, someone in a position of power over him, physically lashing out at him in some way. But in this instance, neither Scott nor Isaac react much to it, Isaac continues to go on living in Scott’s house and remaining a member of his pack, and there is just… no real follow up to that moment. And while I understand how that can lead some viewers to dismiss the moments as not being parallel (Isaac wasn’t upset there, so clearly Scott’s behavior is acceptable), what I and many viewers are instead left with is the message that Derek lashing out is unexpected and unacceptable, Scott lashing out is expected and acceptable, and that makes him… more heroic?

In season five I believe there finally was a moment between Stiles and Scott where Scott seemed to be being called out on his behavior, but even that came off as very “I’m flawed and you can’t understand that because you’re perfect,” which is… it’s how Scott sees himself, and it’s how the writers seem to see him, but A) that fails to acknowledge the ways in which he is flawed –– meaning that he can’t learn from and improve upon those flaws –– and B) makes for an incredibly un-engaging character. How can we identify with perfection? How can we root for perfection? And how can we fully get on board with someone we are told is perfect, when we can look at them and point out a dozen instances where they weren’t?

This is my major issue with Scott’s character. That we are told he is perfect when we see he isn’t, that he has a double standard of being excused from all of his bad behaviors when the characters around him aren’t, and I do think this connects very much to the True Alpha problem (I got another ask about my thoughts on that so I’ll answer that in more detail separately), because it’s just another level of saying “Scott is a better man, werewolf, and person in general than everyone else.”

Ok, now after all of that, how do I think Scott could have been improved and made more likable for many critical viewers? To be honest, for me it would have been really simple. Include moments where he apologizes for things. That’s… really, honestly, all I would have needed. Because like I said, I’m not looking for perfect characters. Scott acknowledging that he screwed up now and again would make me ecstatic because it would mean that he’s learning and growing and is trying to become better, and that makes for an amazing character arc in any show. If Scott had done the exact same thing in “Master Plan,” except when Derek asked why Scott didn’t tell him Scott had said “I’m sorry… I was afraid if I told anyone then Gerard would find out my plan. And I couldn’t risk that, my mom was in danger” then bam. I would have had a complete turnaround on my attitude toward him in that moment. He would have been humanized, we would have seen that he was in a tough situation, and he would have become more sympathetic by sympathizing with the shitty thing he’d done to Derek. Honestly, that simple.

victims of circumstance

Pairing: Reader x Hansol/Vernon
Genre: ANGST OH BOY is there angst (and some fluff I guess)
Request: “could i request a Vernon scenario where it’s angsty at first because vernon and the reader get into a big fight and break up and then they see each other at a party later on and its really awkward. but then they get trapped in a room together and eventually make up.”
Word count: 3,619
A/N: Requested by anon. I’m sorry this took me like. A month. I’m sorry if I didn’t stay entirely true to form as per the request, but I hope you like it (sorry it’s a mess)!

“You miss him, don’t you?”

You loved Jun, but you hated the fact that he was always right. You couldn’t hide anything from him. He would pick up on literally everything: the slightest falter in your smile, the quietest crack in your voice, or the smallest tremor in your hand. Recently, it had been all three.

"Yeah,” you admitted. It wasn’t worth lying to Jun. He always knew when you were lying.
“I know, I know,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I just…”
“In fairness, it’s only been two weeks.”
“I’d hoped I would’ve at least gotten a bit better by now.”
Jun sighed. “Have you spoken to him at all?”
“Would you?”

You still couldn’t quite believe that you and Hansol had broken up. For the longest time, you’d thought the two of you were unshakable. You’d been together for a year and a half - longer than any relationship the two of you had been in prior - and you’d loved him with all your heart. And he’d loved you, too. The breakup seemed to just be a product of circumstance. That, more than anything, was the worst part about it. It just seemed to be something that neither of you could do anything about. Worst of all, it felt like he hadn’t wanted to do anything. He’d just let you go.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.”
You felt Jun’s arm over your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. You felt bad for him; he’d put up with your heartbroken bullshit for two whole weeks. He’d listened diligently, and he’d been very kind to you, but you knew that it was beginning to rub him the wrong way; he was a pragmatist.
“It’s just…” You took a deep breath, genuinely impressed by how stable it was. “I just feel like he didn’t want to try. Like… he didn’t care about me or the relationship enough to try and work things out.”
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

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Why Michael’s death is really a game changer

Let me preface this by stating that I have not seen Monday night’s episode. I have no plans to watch it, or really any future episode of Jane the Virgin. I normally livestream JTV but this week I didn’t. I found out about Michael’s death by watching a promo for next week’s episode. 

I’m upset. I’m irritated. Mostly I’m just sad. I began watching JTV after the S1 finale. I had read EW recaps periodically out of curiosity because the premise seemed so bizarre, but after watching the S1 finale and subsequent S2 premiere is when I became hooked. My main hook was Jane and Michael’s relationship. I fell in love with them as solo entities, but their relationship hit me right in the feels. It was so genuine, so supportive, it felt as real as a fictional relationship could, like I could walk past them at a bookstore laughing about the next Angelique Harper. 

I loved Jane the Virgin. The writing was so clever, so funny and heartfelt, the characters were so interesting and their relationships were so well developed. But Michael’s death changes all of that for me. I thought Jenni Snyder Urman was a genius for creating this show, for taking the concept of this telenovela but grounding it, making fun of some of the tropes, never really going into the campiness that Shondaland shows (closest things to a soap these days) sometimes head into. But the unnecessary death of Michael Cordero Jr. takes that opinion away. THIS is campy. This is killing off people for shock value/lazy storytelling in the age of HTGAWM and Game of Thrones. If this was truly the plan all along then I’m sorry but you had a shitty plan. 

There was no valid reason for Michael to die other than it was the only way for them to put Jane and Rafael back together. You’re not doing it to flip Jane’s world/path around à la the pilot if theres a time jump. You’re killing Michael because you painted yourself into a corner with how lovely Villadero’s relationship was because it would be completely OOC for Jane to leave Michael AGAIN when she’s repeatedly chosen him over Raf. And the bullshit company line of “when we slipped that line in in S1, we were setting you up for Michael’s death”. Nope. That line could’ve meant that Michael would love Jane until his dying breath at 110. If we’re looking at lines, what about the one about his “illustrious detective career” in the pilot? 3(?) years as a detective where you were fired twice and never caught Sin Rostro is not what I would consider an illustrious career. Especially since Michael died after taking his LSAT. You being “stuck with a plan” even though you were able to prolong his death because you “loved Brett so much” is the HIMYM excuse of 2017. Not to mention the way you killed him was extremely weak. Michael is presumably no more than 6 months out from being shot, where he had major cardiac trauma and surgery. NO ONE is going to say to him “Oh you’re having chest pains? Let’s not brush that off until after your LSATs, we’re going to the ER right now. You were shot in the chest!!!” (Seriously the Jane we love would’ve done that)

Finally, I want to talk about how this really messes up the show. You’ve just severed your tie to Sin Rostro, which in the absence of this first half of the season, made the show a bit weaker. I really don’t care about Raf’s parent problems, or Xo’s career, I wanted Michael back on the force looking for Sin Rostro, protecting his family and getting that victory. Supposedly Michael’s detective friend will be the new tie to this investigation but again, he’s Michael’s friend, Michael is now dead and he has no real ties to anyone else the way Michael did. You’ve just lost a source of some good parenting storylines involving Jane and Raf’s co-parenting with Michael as Mateo’s stepdad. If Jane and Raf get back together there will be no parenting dramas for B-storylines as Raf will go back to his “what can I do to make Jane happy?” days. And do I even need to mention the loss of the bromance?

TLDR: I’m done. I’m sad that I am because I will miss this show, but you know what? Michael’s death just proved that this show wasn’t great to begin with. 

permashift  asked:

A prompt for you: Sam finds out just how huge of a nerd Bucky really is. Cue some good ole mutual pining. :)

“I’m just saying, if hyper lightspeed technology exists out there, we need to be prepared.”

“We hear you, Barnes. But we have other matters to discuss, so we need to table this for another time.”

Bucky looked at Director Hill like he could have flipped the table, and both Sam and Steve got tense in their seats. When he shrugged and nodded, the meeting moved on.

Sam caught up with Bucky when they filed out of the SHIELD conference hall and touched him on the arm. “What’s with you, man?”


“The hell it’s nothing.”

Bucky yanked his arm out of Sam’s grip and stared at him. “They’re not thinking ahead. But there are worlds out there with technology we’ve never dreamed of. And some of those places aren’t so nice toward earth. Hill’s too short sighted to–she just doesn’t like that I’m not Fury.”

Sam scrunched up his face as Bucky stalked down the hallway. Bucky? Thinking ahead? That’s news to me.

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anonymous asked:

When I was reading the texts in Mary's phone, at first I thought that Dean was the one who said "I'm sorry you found out this way" and I instantly chocked in my coffee bc I thought he told her about how shitty his childhood was with Jhon as his father I almost died literally, I drowning in coffee

Congrats on not dying! Seriously, with the levels of both crack and pain this show manages to dish out almost every week, is a damn miracle any of us are still alive.

That is actually a conversation I’m very much looking forward to, but I’m expected to be disappointed. With everything that’s happened, the memory of John as this pure, sweet thing trying to coax baby Dean back to sleep is probably the one good thing Mary can still hold on to, and neither Dean nor Sam are about to take it from her. It’s actually weird, if you think about it - how in her book, she’s probably the freak there - the woman who couldn’t cook and wasn’t satisfied with motherhood and even John, dark-haired and goofy and sweet, was not enough - 

(sorry, got distracted for a second)

(hang on)

(goddammit, why are there were so many pictures of Matt out there? it’s bloody unfair - people are trying to get some work done and all)

- the last survivor of a long line of hunters, the one who’d check on her baby boy before slipping out of the house with a duffel full of weapons. After all those years thinking John was the problem in that marriage - his PTSD, his alcoholism, his bouts of rage, his need for control and obedience at all costs - it’s beyond whatever to have to rethink all that - to realize that probably all those fights they were having - yeah, it was the opposite way around. 

(And by ‘whatever’ I mean, I’m loving it so so much.)

So, I don’t know - if I were Mary, I’d probably want to know - I would have talked to anyone, read anything - than again, maybe it’s me, or maybe all fictional characters are by necessity a bit oblivious and embarrassingly incurious, because I don’t think Mary actually knows all that much. Maybe she simply can’t bear to, because she can see well enough (anyone could) how damaged and broken her sons are, and as to why they got that way - there are two kinds of people, right? Some they fear what they can imagine; others pretend everything is fine if they just don’t know.

As for Dean - underneath it all, it must be agony, because he’s seen so many versions of his mom, right? He’s met her in the past, and in Heaven, and in hallucinations and nightmares and fever dreams, and now she’s here, he’s not about to scare her away, especially considering she seems to be doing a fine job keeping her distance all by herself. Also, I like to think both Sam and Dean sort of made their peace with John at this point. It will never be right, the way they were raised, but there comes a moment in your life when you have to accept that people are flawed, and your parents probably did the best they could. And even if they didn’t, how could their lives possibly be any better if they stay mad at someone who’s long since dead? Both of them have plenty enough to worry about without bringing up anything John did to them, after all.

Still - as I said, I admit I was hoping for a lot more family talk this season. I’m a sucker for young!Dean and young!Sam, and what with Mary being back, I thought - yeah. Never mind. They’re doing a fine job ripping our hearts off ours chests as it is. 

sangrites  asked:

gravedence science au??

ummm yes please, calling out @kamikazesoundsociety​ and @sozdanie-gryazi-eternal​ (honestly this is nothing more than a variation of the classic student/professor trope but in a really specific setting) ps it got out of hand somewhere around the meanwhile part I’ll write it properly… someday

  • Credence is really into science and he’s good at it, so his favourite professor, Newt Scamander, organizes a scholarship for him
  • Credence is sure he’ll be working with Mr. Scamander in the famous MACUSA-Lab; he’s surprised and scared (and kinda excited?) when on his first day he realizes he was assigned to help professor Graves
  • professor Graves is a living legend, someone close to a mythical hero in Credence’s mind, the first person to explain the mechanism behind vit. D effects cells god this is such an self-insert I’m so sorry and he’s so so much more handsome in person than on the photos Credence cut from newspapers when Ma wasn’t around
  • unfortunately, professor Graves doesn’t talk much - he’s so silent Credence freaks out all the time wondering if he did something wrong; he’s extra careful to follow all the rules - though he has to guess at least half of them - always leaving his workplace clean and remembering to bring new MTT-plates and order culture mediums when professor Graves forgets to do it
  • his situation at home is still shitty and on the days Ma uses the belt on his hands he tries to use bandages to hide his wounds; fortunately Mr. Graves never asks, apparently too occupied with more important things than his student’s well being
  • Mr. Graves is not sure what the fuck is happening with him, but suddenly he feels a need to buy a ton of new clothes, things the clerk calls hipster whatever it means, because all his things look like some 1997 tragedy
  • Seraphina teases him about it endlessly every time they share a meal in the cafeteria downstairs, wondering who can be the reason of her best friend’s sudden metamorphosis
  • and he knows, of course he knows who’s the reason - it’s the student Newt sent him, the shy, brilliant, beautiful creature that is now in his care
  • he’s at constant war with himself, because courting a student - an amazing student to say the least, the best he’s ever had under his wings - is against everything he believes in, but Credence makes him feel younger and better than he really is, especially when he dares to ask about his studies and listens to him so carefully Mr. Graves has no chance not to fall in love
  • the first time he sees the bondages he lets it slip; accidents happen, he thinks, even though Credence seems quieter than usually; but when it gets regular, he starts feeling uneasy - how many accidents can happen to one boy?
  • he tries do something about his feelings for the student without letting the boy know he feels anything; he gives Credence books, tough things to get through, but the boy doesn’t give up easily, asking him questions and even sharing ideas and Mr. Graves is so proud he thinks his heart may burst
  • one evening when they stay in the laboratory alone though everyone else went home already - the incubation drags on and on - Mr. Graves sees the blood; he’s afraid, of course he is - their work needs to be sterile - but it’s nothing compared to the terror he feels seeing Credence’s bare hands
  • it’s not easy to talk some sense into Credence; the boy declines his offers to call the police or the social assistance at least, it’s only when he proposes to take Credence in, to let him use the guest room in his own flat when the boy agrees, though this too doesn’t happen at once
  • entering Mr. Graves flat Credence thinks he must be dreaming; it must be the devil helping him, because who else would make Mr. Graves care for him? for once he sleeps soundly and when he wakes up Mr. Graves offers him coffee and toasts and Credence can’t stop smiling like a fool
  • it happens sometime during Credence’s third month with Mr. Graves, their first kiss; they argue - spending so much time with Mr. Graves Credence learns the man was much more passionate than he initially thought - none of them wanting to give the other the upper hand when it comes to scientific theories; it’s something about receptors and they almost yell reticulum - nucleus at each other until suddenly Mr. Graves gets so close Credence can count the wrinkles around his eyes as he makes an angry face and it simply happens; later, they argue who kissed who


  • I need to write a scene where Credence is sitting at the laminar chamber for the first time, getting ready to passage his cell cultures, but he has no idea how to do it and Mr. Graves tells him so blatantly Take it easy, pet and Credence thinks he may die of embarrassment before he realizes what Mr. Graves said was in fact Take the Easypet. Credence blushes so fiercely for the rest of the day Mr. Graves asks if he has a fever at least three times.
  • Sintea: Storeroom smut; when Credence finally gets his master’s thesis done and gets accepted for PhD studies and Mr. Graves feels he’s allowed - finally - to make a move on his brilliant colleague - no longer his student, thanks God - they can’t keep their hand off each other; truthfully, they barely make it to the storeroom and Mr. Graves loses at least two buttons in his labcoat on the way

anonymous asked:

Could you please do eric finding out about Dylan's self harm scars or eric comforting Dylan after he self harms I'm going thru a rough patch and I just need the boys feeling my feels yiu know? I love ur writing

when dylan was going on fourteen and a freshman who still meant it when he smiled, he never thought high school was going to be like this. high school was supposed to be one of those american dream type movies in an oversaturated colour palette. high school was supposed to be pretty girls and sports teams and driving in cars with your friends made forever and too much homework and mean teachers and the painfully average guy getting the girl who’s way out of his league.

but. life isn’t a fucking movie.

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